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Confession beneath the molded routine the words are the instinct reaction of the heart in love with the most jaded three simple words the cursed blessing to tell the basic words crafted finely love the brilliant blind artist the night bring the punctured sky Beneath it lies the angel you flew but fell now this earth seems to be your h*ll you lack those mended wings that voice what sirens would use to sing three simple words boils steams overflows your touch remains sweet delectable even the art of your words begets the painting of my soul the ears upon my secrets told the digestion of your air leaves me full can it be held? Three simple words wanting you to hear the bleeding heart whose voice screams pleading that you hear these three simple words "I hate you." my perfection by eternalslacker |